The Golden Sayings of Epictetus, 111 (idea)

Death? let it come when it will, whether it smite but a part of the whole:

Fly, you tell me--fly! But whither shall I fly? Can any man cast me beyond the limits of the World? It may not be! And wherever I go, there shall I still find Sun,
Moon, and Stars; there I shall find dreams, and omens, and converse with the Gods!